Wonder

There's something about sitting out on a summer night,watching a full moon rise.Seeing it move before your very eyes is spell bounding to me.I'm amazed at her beauty as she continues on her course. Casting her differant colors as if she were on a stage,holding the audiance captive.I find myself lost in her gaze,forgetting everything about me.Seizing the magic of this moment,because I'm beholding something that a blind man will never see.